A/N: Hey all! Here I am with my first multichapter Arrow story for you all to read. I've got about 13 chapters pre-written and I'm just at the midway point of the plot, so I figured it was as good as time as any to upload this first chapter.

All general disclaimers apply since I'm not making any money off this story or any of my other works, just writing for fun.

This story was run through Grammarly, but all other mistakes are my own.

Hopefully you enjoy this first chapter and are eagerly awaiting the next one!

Love always,

~starr

CEO Cheats on Fiancée

Adrian Chase

STARLING CITY - Queen Consolidated CEO playboy, Oliver Queen, was caught by paparazzi Friday night ushering a mystery woman, Sara Lance, out of his downtown apartment.

Queen proposed to Laurel Lance just last month, sources confirm after photos of the pair surfaced from a trip to Mexico. Photos show Queen kneeling in front of Lance presenting her with a box and then show the two celebrating happily as a newly engaged couple.

"I just can't believe it's true," Lance was quoted saying after hearing the news of her sister leaving Queen's apartment. "I had my suspicions, but I never expected to find out they were true.

Sources reached out to Queen Consolidated and Queen himself for a statement but did not hear anything back.

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Queen Quits Company

Adrian Chase

STARLING CITY - Oliver Queen, was seen walking out of Queen Consolidated today. Sources say he has quit his job with the intent to leave his life in Starling City behind. He is planning to move to Center City and open a company to rival Queen Consolidated.

"I've had it with the lack of privacy," Queen was quoted from an interview last week with Starling City News.

Queen Consolidated has no statement at this time.

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Lance Leaves Louse

Adrian Chase

STARLING CITY - Laurel Lance was spotted today without her engagement ring in court today as she continued working the case against Starling City Drug Lord, the Wizard.

She has also been seen with Thomas Merlin on numerous occasions since Oliver Queen was seen with Lance's sister, Sara. Lance seems to be doing well despite the broken relationship between her and Queen.

Queen has no statement at this time.

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Oliver threw the paper into the fireplace in his apartment. He knew that his name was going to be dragged through the mud when he took over as CEO at Queen Consolidated, but he wasn't expecting Laurel and Sara's to be dragged right along with it. He hadn't spoken to either of the Lance sisters since he had taken over his father's company over a year ago. Life got crazy and had torn them all apart in different directions.

He swore that the tabloids were looking for something to talk about and apparently it was the Queen family's turn to be in the headlines. The only good that had come from this was that it was no longer Thea in the headlines. Since their mother had died, she had started acting out. The only time Oliver ever seemed to see her was when she came home at the same time he was on his way out the door to go to work in the morning.

Soon the reporters would find someone else's life to disrupt and then Oliver could go back to worrying about more than just whose life the tabloids were set to destroy with their lies. Or at least he could hope that was the case for the time being. Honestly, if it weren't for that Adrian Chase, the Queen family name would seldom be in the tabloids. The headlines in general, though? That would never end.

He looked on into the fire for a little while longer until the buzzing in his pocket roused him from his thoughts. The damned thing had been ringing off and on for the last three days. A different reporter from the Starling City Sentinel was trying to set up a meeting with him.

Felicity Smoak.

There was a small part of him that was hoping if he continued to ignore her phone calls, she would just stop calling. That thought had crossed his mind three weeks ago, and yet the calls kept coming.

Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Oliver slipped his hand into his pocket to retrieve his phone. A familiar phone number flashed across the screen. He stared at it for a few moments as he contemplated his options. He could ignore yet another call from her and hope that it would be the last one he received, or he could answer her and get the interview over with. She probably just wanted to get a statement confirming the wildfire of rumors that Chase had started.

He weighed his options carefully for a few more moments before declining the call. It was already late. She could call him again in the morning if it was really that important and he was sure she would be calling yet again. Without even a second look, he shoved the phone back into his pocket and walked over the bar on the opposite side of his loft.

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You've reached Oliver Queen's cell phone. I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a brief message with your name and a phone number, and I will get back to you.

Felicity rolled her eyes as she waited for the beep. She could recite his voicemail message in her sleep. This was the fourth straight evening that she had tried calling him to set up a meeting. Not to mention the multiple voicemails she had left him during the day. His voicemail box had to be getting full.

As the voice was coming through the speaker, Felicity let out a sigh as the beep finished. "Hello, Mr. Queen. This is Felicity Smoak from the Starling City Sentinel calling to schedule an interview with you for an article to run in the near future about Queen Consolidation since you have taken over the company. Give me a call back at your earliest convenience to schedule a meeting. My time is rather flexible, so I will make my schedule work with yours. Thank you and have a good evening."

"Pompous jackass," Felicity mumbled as she slammed her work phone shut. Oh, the joys of still owning a flip phone. There was no concern that anything you muttered under your breath would be added to your message because pressing the button on a smartphone didn't register the first time it was touched.

She tossed the phone aside and collapsed on her couch. It had been a long day of meetings and having to justify why she didn't have an article for her boss yet. If she had to hear Adrian Chase's name one more time, she would scream. Chase's existence was almost enough to push her over the edge and quit.

"He's not even a damn reporter," she huffed pushing herself up off the couch and stormed over to the small kitchen in her apartment. She tossed open the door to her refrigerator and grabbed the full bottle of red wine that she had been saving for a night such as tonight.

She couldn't wait to have a meeting with her editor the next morning and have to explain why she still did not have the article that she was asking for. It wasn't her fault that she had morals and wanted to present the most accurate facts to the public. She actually cared about her reputation as a reporter, unlike Chase.

His rumors were probably the reason that Felicity couldn't get a meeting with the illustrious Oliver Queen. She honestly couldn't blame him for being skeptical of the press. They hadn't exactly shown the best side of the Queen family. In fact, almost every article Felicity had ever read about the Queen family had a few rumors peppered through it. She could see why the family would refuse to answer calls from the local press.

She sighed before retreating to her bed for the night. Tomorrow was another day, and hopefully, she'd have some luck getting through to Mr. Queen. Even if it took another seven phone calls, she decided it would be best to keep her hopes up so that she'd be able to tell her boss at least she was actively working on it.